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A BRIEF MESSAGE FROM NAOMI HIRAHARA FROM THE GRAND HYATT HOTEL A DAY AFTER THE EDGARS:

SHOCKED…SURREAL…HUMBLED

See some of you at the L.A. Times Festival of Books!

UPDATE (4/30/07): Here are some photos from the Big Night–

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Nominees’ reception before the banquet.  The above photo courtesy of New York Japion.

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It takes a village to create an Edgar (not to mention a book).  Post-banquet with, from left to right, publicist Sharon Propson, publicist Katie Rudkin, editor Shannon Jamieson Vazquez, and editor Danielle Perez.

Mulling

"What are you doing?"

"Something."

"Well, it doesn’t look like something."

RufflesI had a lot of conversations like this in school with teachers that usually led to one of those "pull yourself up by your bootstraps" kind of lectures.  Sadly, my footwear never came with "bootstraps," so needless to say my school years weren’t my best.  Daydreaming was an issue that I didn’t shift until I went to college.  Now the daydreaming is back–in career form (of sorts).  Daydreaming is even tax deductible.  You just can’t daydream without a bag of Ruffles in your hand. 

Now that one book is in the bag and I’m embarking on the next, I’m in that daydreaming faze, where I’m piecing ideas, themes, scenes and other stuff together before I start outlining.

Normally, when Julie comes home at night, I’m banging away at the keyboard and she knows her little man has been hard at it since 9a.m.  At the moment, when she comes home, I’m stretched out in front of the TV with a cat or two on my chest.

"What have you been up to today?"

"Working."

"It doesn’t look like you’re working.  It looks like you’re vegging out."

"I’m being conceptual.  I’m forming a story, wrapping my head around the idea.  You know me, measure twice, cut once."

"So it’s been a DVD day."

"No, it hasn’t."  I sit up and a kitten slithers off my chest.  "I have been working.  I’m mulling things through is all."

"Simon, what’s that pile of Dr. Who DVDs sitting on the floor?"

Doctorwhodiamondlogo"They help me mentally cleanse my palate."

"And this empty Ruffles bag?" she says, picking it up.

"Brain food."  I snatch the bag from Julie and aim a sleepy kitten at her.  "Julie, you have no idea about the creative process.  I am mulling.  Mulling is an important part of the writing process.  Now move, I can’t see the TV."

Julie’s an angel, but she can be mean sometimes–don’t you think?

The problem is that we live in a quantifiable world.  We need results.  Tactile ones at that.  When I’m in the throes of a book and Julie asks, "How much have you done?"  I can answer, "Twelve pages," or "Three thousand words" or "Two chapters."  These are things the world and Julie can hang their hats on.  Me included.  I like quantifiable.  There’s traction.  Forward motion.  Progress.  Industry.  A paycheck.

Mulling doesn’t inspire the same response.  Mulling is intangible–like air.  It’s there, but you can’t see it.  But just try and go through a day without it, and you (and I’m looking at you, my old teachers and Julie) will be begging me for some of that intangible stuff.  Yeah, too bloody right you will.

So I’m mulling and I’m going to take my time with it.  There’s no point in going off half-mulled.  That would be ridiculous.

I think I’ve explained myself sufficiently.  Now where did I put my Ruffles and those kittens?

Yours in front of the TV,
Simon Wood
PS: I’m attending my first LA Times Festival of Books.  It should be a lot of fun.  If you’re making the trip to the UCLA campus this weekend.  This is where I’ll be signing this Saturday.

Crime Time Books (booth #355)   11:00am-noon
Sisters in Crime (booth #355)   2:00pm-4:00pm
Book ‘Em (booth #441)  4:00pm-5:00pm

Curious Incidents

By J.D. Rhoades

Alex’s post below on collecting characters set me to thinking about how we, as writers, take the "flotsam and jetsam"  in our minds and use it as raw material. (Great image, Alex). But we don’t just collect characters. Sometimes, it’s a real life incident that sticks in our minds, that nags at us, that becomes like the grain of sand that irritates the oyster into the work of creation.

  I just
recently finished Laura Lippman’s bestselling novel, WHAT THE DEAD KNOW. As you
no doubt have heard by now, it is an excellent book, an amazing book, the kind
of book that you put down at the end and go “holy [expletive deleted], that was
good.”

  A central point around which the plot revolves
is the disappearance in the mid-1970’s of a pair of young sisters from a mall
in Baltimore.
In the Afterword, the divine Ms. Lippman talks about her memories (shared with
all Baltimoreans of her generation) of how the real-life disappearance of two sisters
from a Baltimore mall rocked the city in the late mid-70’s. But the book isn’t “based on” the
real life disappearances. The resolution of the mystery in that book bears no relation to what happened to the actual Lyons sisters. 

Unfortunately, as
Laura relates in her blog The Memory Project, some people just don’t get it. In
fact, some ninny apparently asked her if she “chose to use a real-life
inspiration for WTDK” because she
thought it would help sell more books.” (You can read the response she wished
she’d had at the tip of her tongue here. Suffice it to say that Laura is much,
much nicer than I am).

I’ve run into this sort of thing myself. Since I still practice law, I’m frequently asked if any of the incidents in my books are based on what’s happened to real clients. And one reviewer, who no doubt meant
well, said that I must have observed and recalled “the seedy details”,
because “no one could totally invent this stuff.” I’ll take that as a
compliment, and not a claim that I lack imagination.

It’s certainly true that we learn to use the stuff we’ve run across in our own lives as raw
material. But by the time those real-life incidents have made their way into your story, they’ve been mixed with other memories, chopped, stirred, blended, and churned around to the point where
you can’t really say that the story is ‘based on” them.

Case in point: My
next book has a scene in which the mutilated body of a missing Special Forces
soldier is found floating in Drowning Creek, in Richmond County, North Carolina. Many years ago, when I was a
lawyer still wet behind the ears, the local papers were full of the story of a
Special Forces soldier who’d gone missing and whose body was eventually found
floating in Drowning Creek.

Do I think that unfortunate young man was involved
in the same kind of nefarious doings described in the book? Not at all. It was
just an incident that stuck in my head, because shortly after the body was found,
my law partner got a call from a CID agent over at Fort Bragg.
Our firm card had been found in the man’s pocket. We never were sure why. And as far as I know, they
never figured out how or why the fellow died. But that  image: of  one of these guys who seem ten feet tall and bulletproof suddenly disappearing, then turning up mysteriously dead, stuck with me. Eventually, the image, not the actual man himself,  found its way onto the
page. The explanation of how he got there? Total fabrication, spun out of webs of "what if…" and  "how about…".

Do I worry that I’ll be accused of exploiting that tragedy? Do I worry that a family member of that dead soldier will e-mail me and ask why I’ve defamed the memory of their lost kin? A little. But if it happens, I’ll tell the truth: in the end, we make stuff up.

So, writers: have you ever worried that an incident in your books or stories is a little too close to one in real life? Have you ever been confronted with someone claiming you’d exploited their or someone else’s real life story?

And readers: has anything you’ve read seemed a little too close to real life tragedy (or comedy) for your comfort?

 

 

BLURB-GONE-IT

BLURB -GONE- IT
                             by Ken Bruen

                           Blurbs might well be the opiate of the writing classes. After all the torture of actually writing a book, finally getting all the vital items in place, i.e.

agent

sympathetic editor/or not

publication date

along comes this hound of heaven, the blurb

I’ve been blessed, I never had to ask, my editor asked for suggestions and I had none so in total wish fulfillment mode, he sent the manuscript out to the big names and I got real lucky

Despite what all the various experts say, if you get a rave from one of the top five, you’re going to get noticed

Then comes the day you never expected, ever, you’re asked for a blurb . . . and you’re thinking, Jesus wept, I’ve arrived, someone, some publisher/agent/author thinks I have clout

Heady stuff

The very first blurb I did, I agonised over, read the book three times and did a mini essay on the book

The author wrote back

"If you didn’t like the book, why didn’t you just say so? . . . "

Then comes the time when your friends hint at a blurb . . . oh sweet hell, so what are you going to do now. . . . simple, read the book and say what you think

simple but deadly

and you just never know what’s going to come down the pike

Cases in point

I blurbed Cornelia Reed’s debut

she was natuurally upset when on amazon, a wanker said I’d obviously never read the book as Jack Taylor would never like it!

Oh lovely payback, Cornelia is nominated for the Edgar and ITW

Donna Moore is a friend of mine, I love her to bits, and make no secret of it, I thought her novel was outstanding and it won the Lefty, right out of the starting gate

a reviewer reviewed my blurb, not the book

I was asked in in an interview last week, why I took seemingly the unheard of step of blurbing Ray Banks twice . . . because I think he’s that singular and they didn’t hear me the first time

and if he wished, I’d blurb his third, because it’s about the writing

Now here’s a simple Irish test, of pure innocence and total innocence . . . if all things were equal . . . yeah, right, dream on, yada yada . . . and if you had to write the blurb for your own book . . . what would you write . . . and lest you go all humble here’s my blurb for my own book . . . ready?

Bruen has all the hallmarks of a poet manque . . . and so lacking that talent, he has taken refuge in mystery, he can’t cut it in literature, he has a voice that trades heavily on Irish-isms and if he were American, he’d be just one more wanna-be

and you were sure I was going to be nice

I dont do nice . . . even in blurbs

                                    

                        

What I know . . .

by Pari Noskin Taichert

An idea is precious, more valuable than gold.
But if forced, new quickly descends into old.
The most brilliant spark can lose its glow
When edited too much, when pushed where it doesn’t want to flow.

Work each day, sit at the computer.
Grab and observe like an emotional looter.
Characters demand their stories be told.
The writer transforms into mother, teacher and scold.

When I’m tired and don’t want to open my heart,
The story shards. It falls apart.
Honesty has another price as well.
My struggles spiral through all of Dante’s hells.

The trends that flourish today
Succumb to the folly of the market. They fade away.
The writer must write what is strong, what is true.
Alas, publishers and agents might not see its intrinsic value.

We push and we shove to become a household name,
Often forgetting why we got into this game.
This isn’t a competition or an agonizing race.
We’ve become writers through an astonishing grace.

To tell a story, to be understood,
Brings a joy I never thought it would.
So, today, I’ll face my chosen task. I’ll hone each word with care.
Mindful, grateful, for this urge
and
The reader who is always there.

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Note: Next week, I’ll be far from computers. Toni McGee Causey has graciously agreed to sit in.
I regret that I won’t be around to read her post — and won’t be in touch with all of you.

See you in May . . .

Deadlines: Lethal Foe or a Writer’s BFF

by Mike MacLean

April has been very good to me.

First and foremost, my daughter Chloe came into the world.  She is the best gift ever (even better than the Millennium Falcon I got for Christmas at age 8).  The moment I set eyes on her, I understood why all those annoying parents go on and on about their precious children.

Much less monumental, yet still exciting, was an email I received a few weeks ago.  A film producer read my work in the Best American Mystery Stories and wondered if I was interested in writing a screenplay.  The film will be low budget, but the producer has been a fixture in the industry for years and the pay is generous.  Without missing a beat, I said yes.

I’m trying not to get too excited.  The contract isn’t finalized, and I’ve had more than one writing project slip through my fingers.  But I have a good feeling this time.  If everything works out, I’ll have a foot in Hollywood’s door.  Well, maybe not a foot, but at least a toe.  A big, fat, hairy Irish American toe.

And do you want to know the best part?  It’s the deadlines.

67842248_09c25d8624_2 What did he say?  Deadlines?  How can deadlines be the best part of a movie deal?

The word itself is damn ominous.  DEADLINE.  As in LINE OF DEATH.  As in, "If you don’t finish by a specific date, you’re a frickin’ dead man."

But to me, in this time of my life, the word is like music.  Hardcore speed metal maybe–but music all the same.

People who catch the writing bug have a responsibility to write.  For most of us rookies, this responsibility is purely internal.  No one is waiting for our novel.  We simply owe it to ourselves to write it.  I’ve heard the internal voice many times.  "I thought you wanted to be a writer?  Then why are you on the sofa watching Seinfeld reruns?  Get your ass to the keyboard and write, damn it!"

Unfortunately, when life becomes hectic and other responsibilities come into play, it’s far too easy to shut this voice out.

But when the responsibility to write is an external one–when money and deadlines are involved–that’s a whole new ballgame.

My family will ALWAYS come first.  But these deadlines are a blessing.  Already, they have forced me to plan ahead, to make time for writing, to focus.  I will write the best screenplay I can possibly write, and I’ll finish it on time.

But the subject of deadlines brings to mind a question.  Do deadlines hamper the imagination?  Do they rush the creative process?

I for one am energized just knowing industry professionals are reading my work.  And I can’t help but presume that this excitement will lead to greater creativity.  But knowing every author is different, I wonder how others feel.

So how about it rati-readers?  Are deadlines friends or foes?

I’ve one last point to make before I go.  If you’ve read my posts in the past, you might have noticed that I NEVER give advice.  We are fortunate here at Murderati to have many talented, published novelists as readers.  Who am I to council them?  But today, I want to give a suggestion to the newbies.

Get a website.

Even if your work has only been published online, get a website.  This production company I mentioned googled my name, found my site, and contacted me via email.  Who knows what would’ve happened if I wasn’t so easy to find.  Would they have gone to great lengths to track me down, or would they have reached out to the next author?

And if you do publish online, include an email address in your bio.  It astounds me when writers fail to do this.  SPAM be damned.  Include your email address and get a website.  You never know who is out there reading your work.
 

Collecting characters

by Alex

I’ve had a couple of interviews in the last couple of weeks in which I was asked a question that completely threw me for a loop. The same question. “How do you create character?”

Now, you’d think that would be the easiest thing in the world for a writer to answer, right? As essential skills go, that’s about as basic as it gets. But being asked the question makes me realize I don’t think about it, I just do it.

Surely I have techniques that I’ve just internalized to the point that I am having trouble breaking them down.   So as soon as I get THE PRICE in  (Tuesday, and yes I am completely psychotic, thanks!)  I will put some serious thought into what those actual techniques are, since people are apparently going to be asking from now on.

But this is my theory for the day.   I think all writers are always collecting characters as we go along.   Not just characters of course, but bits and pieces of story. An interesting dynamic between people.  A theme.  A great character back story.  A cool occupation.  The look of someone’s eyes.  A burning ambition. Hundreds of thousands of bits of flotsam and jetsam that we stick in the back of our minds like the shelves full of buttons and ribbons and fabrics and threads and beads in a costumer’s shop.  Or like the prop warehouse that was in the vast basement under the theater at Berkeley – cages and cages and cages of (somewhat) categorized props – medieval, Renaissance, Greek, sci fi, fantasy.

To completely shift metaphors, I could also say that we take clippings of people, like you take clippings of plants, and grow them in a vast mental greenhouse until they’re fully formed or at least formed enough to plant somewhere where they will take root on their own.

The truth is I rarely start a story from a character – it’s usually more a situation, although the situation will usually dictate quite a bit about the characters involved.  If I want to write a story about a haunting in an old Victorian college dorm, that dictates that the main characters are going to be college kids. College kids have to have majors and it’s more interesting to have contrasting characters so assigning contrasting majors is going to further define character. I think books without sex are pretty much useless (at least to me) so that means at least some of these characters are going to be what I consider sexy, and my odd and eclectic personal tastes in all that is going to give at least some of these people an edge.   Also my personal theories about how a haunting happens is going to have a huge influence on the psychology of these characters, and so on, and so on.  So, yes, I can sort of fake an explanation about how I build characters from scratch.

But I think what happens more often than not is that at a certain point in outlining a plot, some of these characters I have growing or cooking back there in the costume shop or green house or prop warehouse or whatever you want to call it just step forth and take their place in the situation.    Not only that (to confuse the metaphors all to hell), I think I have some actual ACTORS back there in my mental wings who are able to play different parts.   There are certain characters who keep showing up in my writing, maybe heavily disguised and people don’t even necessarily recognize that they’re the same character, but I know it’s the same entity. Actors.

So yes, there are techniques you can use – give a character a burning desire (in the story AND in each scene) and a terrible secret, give them an arc, give them good scenes to play, give them dialogue tics, use shadow forms of mental disorders to define them, use Greek and other archetypes to define them…

But the real secret for me is – always be collecting.   Like those feral kids I was rambling on about last Saturday. You have to invite those potential characters in and let them live and grow inside your head. Yes, it gets pretty crowded in there after a while… but it’s all worth it when that perfect character for a scene or the perfect villain or protagonist just walks out onto the page, fully formed.

And now I’m almost afraid to ask, but  – is that just me?   What do YOU do?

(I will be at the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention in Houston this week, doing signings, panels, and a performance of Heather Graham’s Vampire Dinner Theater.   Then in an act of sheer lunacy even for me, I’ll be flying back to LA Saturday night to do the LA Times Festival of Books on Sunday, signing at the Mysterious Galaxy booth at noon, Sisters in Crime from 1-3 pm, and the Mystery Bookstore at 3 pm – and possibly back to Sisters in Crime at 4 pm.   Hope to see some of you there!)

Live from New York

NEW YORK CITY.–Well, I didn’t win, but xxxxxx did. And I’ve been having xxxxx.

Here are my highlights:

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The winners here are in bold.

BEST NOVEL
THE PALE BLUE EYE by Louis Bayard (HarperCollins)
THE JANISSARY TREE by Jason Goodwin (Farrar, Straus and Giroux)
GENTLEMEN AND PLAYERS by Joanne Harris (William Morrow/HarperCollins)
THE DEAD HOUR by Denise Mina (Hachette Book Group)
THE VIRGIN OF THE SMALL PLAINS by Nancy Pickard (Ballantine/Random House)
THE LIBERATION MOVEMENTS by Olen Steinhauer (St. Martin’s Minotaur)

BEST FIRST NOVEL BY AN AMERICAN AUTHOR
THE FAITHFUL SPY by Alex Berenson (Random House)
SHARP OBJECTS by Gillian Flynn (Shaye Areheart/Crown)
KING OF LIES by John Hart (THomas Dunne Books/St. Martin’s Minotaur)
HOLMES ON THE RANGE by Steve Hockensmith (St. Martin’s Minotaur)
A FIELD OF DARKNESS by Cornelia Read (Mysterious Press/Warner Books)

BEST PAPERBACK ORIGINAL
THE GOODBYE KISS by Massimo Carlotto (Europa Editions)
THE OPEN CURTAIN by Brian Evenson (Coffee House Press)
SNAKESKIN SHAMISEN by Naomi Hirahara (Delta Books/Bantam Dell Publishing)
THE DEEP BLUE ALIBI by Paul Levine (Bantam Books/Bantam Dell Publishing)
CITY OF TINY LIGHTS by Patrick Neate (Riverhead Books/Penguin Group)

BEST CRITICAL/BIOGRAPHICAL
UNLESS THE THREAT OF DEATH IS BEHIND THEM: HARD-BOILED FICTION AND FILM NOIR by John T. Irwin (John Hopkins University Press)
THE SCIENCE OF SHERLOCK HOLMES: FROM BASKERVILLE HALL TO THE VALLEY OF FEAR by E. J. Wagner (John Wiley & Sons)

BEST FACT CRIME
STRANGE PLACE OF PARADISE by Terri Jentz (Farrar, Straus & Giroux)
A DEATH IN BELMONT by Sebastian Junger (W. W. Norton and Co.)
FINDING AMY: A TRUE STORY OF MURDER IN MAINE by Capt. Joseph K. Loughlin and Kate Clark Flora (University Press of New England)
RIPPEROLOGY: A STUDY OF THE WORLD’S FIRST SERIAL KILLER by Robin Odell (The Kent State University Press)
THE BEAUTIFUL CIGAR GIRL: MARY ROGERS, EDGAR ALLAN POE AND THE INVENTION OF MURDER by Daniel Stashower (Dutton)
MANHUNT: THE 12-DAY CHASE FOR LINCOLN’S KILLER by James L. Swanson (William Morrow/HarperCollins)

BEST SHORT STORY
"The Home Front" from DEATH DO US PART by Charles Ardai (Hachette Book Group)
"Rain" from MANHATTAN NOIR by Thomas H. Cook (Akashhic Books)
"Cranked" from DAMN NEAR DEAD by Bill Brider (Busted Flush Press)
"White Trash Noir" from MURDER AT THE FOUL LINE by Michael Malone (Mysterious Press/Hachette Book Group)
"Building" from MANHATTAN NOIR by S. J. Rozam (Akashic Books)

BEST YOUNG ADULT
THE ROAD OF THE DEAD by Kevin Brooks (The Chicken House/Scholastic)
THE CHRISTOPHER KILLER by Alane Ferguson (Sleuth/Viking/Penguin Young Readers)
CRUNCH TIME by Mariah Fredericks (Atheneum/Richard Jackson Books/Simon & Schuster)
BURIED by Robin Merrow MacCready (Dutton Children’s Books/Penguin Young Readers)
THE NIGHT MY SISTER WENT MISSING by Carol Plum-Ucci (Harcourt Children’s Books)

BEST JUVENILE
GILDA JOYCE: THE LADIES OF THE LAKE by Jennifer Allison (Dutton Juvenile/Penguin Young Readers)
THE STOLEN SAPPHIRE: A SAMANTHA MYSTERY by Sarah Masters Buckey (American Girl Publishing )
ROOM ONE: A MYSTERY OR TWO by Andrew Clements (Simon & Schuster Books For Young Readers)
THE BLOODWATER MYSTERIES: SNATCHED by Pete Hautman & Mary Logue (Putnam Juvenile/Penguin Young Readers)
THE CASE OF THE MISSING MARQUESS: AN ENOLA HOLMES MYSTERY by Nancy Springer (Philomel/Penguin Young Readers)

BEST PLAY
Sherlock Holmes: The Final Adventure by Steven Dietz (Arizona Theater Company)
Curtains by Rupert Holmes (Ahmanson Theatre)
Ghosts of Ocean House by Michael Kimball (The Players’ Ring)

BEST TELEVISION EPISODE TELEPLAY
The Closer – "Blue Blood", Teleplay by James Duff & Mike Berchem (Turner Network Television)
Dexter – "Crocodile", Teleplay by Clyde Phillips (Showtime)
House – "Clueless", Teleplay by Thomas L. Moran (Fox/NBC Universal)
Life on Mars – Episode 1, Teleplay by Matthew Graham (BBC America)
Monk – "Mr. Monk Gets A New Shrink", Teleplay by Hy Conrad (USA Network/NBC Universal)

BEST MOTION PICTURE SCREENPLAY
Casino Royale, Screenplay by Neal Purvis, Robert Wade & Paul Haggis, based on the novel by Ian Fleming (MGM)
Children of Men, Screenplay by Alfonso Cuarón, Timothy Sexton, David Arata, Mark Fergus & Hawk Ostby, based on a novel by P. D. James (Universal Pictures)
The Departed, Screenplay by William Monohan (Warner Bros. Pictures)
The Good Shepherd, Teleplay by Eric Roth, based on a novel by Joseph Kanon (Universal Pictures)
Notes on a Scandal, Screenplay by Patrick Marber (Scott Rudin Productions)

ROBERT L. FISH MEMORIAL AWARD
William Dylan Powell
"Evening Gold" – EQMM November 2006 (Dell Magazines)

GRAND MASTER
Stephen King

RAVEN AWARDS
Books & Books (Mutchell Kaplan, owner)
Mystery Loves Company Bookstore (Kathy & Tom Harig, owners)

THE SIMON & SCHUSTER – MARY HIGGINS CLARK AWARD
BLOODLINE by Fiona Mountain (St. Martin’s Minotaur)

Congratulations to all!  And see you bright and early tomorrow at UCLA!

Observing Los Angeles Noir

NAOMI HIRAHARA

From the Film Noir Festival in Hollywood to various Cover_3
signing events related to the launch of Akashic’s LOS ANGELES NOIR, I’ve been plunged into a new world (for me, at least). The dark, masculine world of noir, and it’s been both invigorating and simulating. It’s been pushing me to think more about mystery historicals set in the Forties and Fifties and how placing Japanese America in that context is a perfect and timely fit. (Yes, I’m thinking about a new project, a mystery standalone.)

As a nod to LOS ANGELES NOIR, which includes literary luminaries like Michael Connelly, Janet Fitch, and Susan Straight, I thought I’d pose a few questions to the editor of this special collection, Denise Hamilton, as well as the publisher of Akashic, Johnny Temple.

Why did it take so long for LOS ANGELES NOIR to come out?

DENISE: From my perspective once Johnny brought me on board, I took a very cautious and measured approach. I gave the concept a lot of thought to decide what kind mix of stories and authors I wanted and who was available. I didn’t want to rush pell-mell into things. The fact that Los Angeles is the birthplace, the ground zero of all things noir, also made the stakes higher for me, and I wanted time to let everything stew, steep. When you can only choose 17 stories, each one you don’t choose is excruciating. I also had my own Scribner annual deadlines to meet, so it was necessary for this project to fit into those parameters. We also decided that the perfect time to launch the book would be the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books, so that meant late April and we had to back it out from there.

JOHNNY: It’s a lot more difficult to assemble an excellent literary anthology than most people think. For me, it was a matter of taking however much time I needed to find the right editor. Denise was the perfect choice, and we were honored that she opted to take it on. Fiction collections can be unwieldy beasts, and, as I suspected, Denise was able to harness this one.

DENISE: Why, thank you. I’ve been a big fan of Akashic since I discovered Nina Revoyr’s SOUTHLAND that you published, which is a fantastic literary novel with a huge mystery at its core. It was a finalist for an Edgar several years ago.

With so many books in the Akashic noir series and more to come, do you think that you’ve oversaturated the market? Or do think that there always will be room for noir?

JOHNNY: We definitely haven’t oversaturated the market, judging by the commercial success (on our humble level) of every title in the series so far. Many people feel a sense of loyalty to their cities, and as long as we can work with people like Denise, we’ll always be able to make great, suspenseful, unpredictable books.

What did you hope to achieve with LOS ANGELES NOIR? With the grand body of work out there, from noir films to works from Chandler and Ellroy, were you ever daunted by your task of collecting these stories? What was your strategy?

DENISE: It is an impossible task to collect 17 stories that “represent” L.A. I didn’t even try to tackle that one. I only tried to capture 17 facets of this bejeweled and begrimed and benighted city at one point in time, through 17 different perspectives. I asked each contributor to pick a neighborhood to write about, and one of my caveats was that the authors all had to have lived in Los Angeles. I wanted the book to have that gritty, authentic feel that comes from living here day in, year out, of piercing the veils that this place tries to shroud itself in, of getting the geography and idiosyncrasies right, because something that really pulls me out of a book is when I read a detail that’s askew. These things aren’t rocket science, but it’s hard to get everything right if you don’t live here, they are little insignificant details that Angelenos know.

As soon as I had lined up the contributors and their stories, I looked things over and realized I didn’t have a story set in the San Fernando Valley, which would have been nice, though I did have scenes in various stories set there. I would have also liked a story from East L.A. I think a story set in LA’s Persian community could have been fascinating. (Persians called L.A. “Teherangelis). I guess what I was aiming for in a general way was a broad diversity that balanced better known authors with newer talents, that took the traditional noir trope and examined it from an oblique angle, that gave voice to both the classic cops and robbers and betrayal scenarios that noir does so wonderfully as well as illuminate pockets and communities in L.A. that didn’t yet exist when Phillip Marlowe was prowling the mean streets.

I think there is a nice geographic and ethnic mix to the book that reflects the city itself, and seven of the 17 stories are by women. I didn’t plan that, or look to hit any marks in male vs. female, but I am glad that it shook out that way, as there has long been a debate about women writing noir, and I think, for instance, that Dorothy B. Hughes (who wrote the wonderful In a Lonely Place in 1949 from the first person perspective of a male serial killer) would have been right up there in the MacDonald/Cain/Chandler pantheon had she been a man.

I was also looking for stories that told me something about L.A. that I myself, as a native and a longtime reporter, didn’t know, stories that took me into another world, nested right inside the familiar one I knew so well. I was delighted when Michael Connelly didn’t write about a traditional neighborhood but picked Mullholland Drive, and when Jim Pascoe chose the L.A. River as his setting, and when Neal Pollack set his story in a gambling casino in the graceless town of Commerce, which is about as far from Hollywood as you can imagine, and yet also teeming with dreams and unrealistic hopes.

The other difficulty for me in putting together LOS ANGELES NOIR is that there are hundreds of talented writers living in Los Angeles, and I could only pick 17. I console myself with hoping that we will eventually publish LOS ANGELES NOIR II, III, IV just as Brooklyn Noir has done, and that we can eventually showcase many more of the wonderful creative writers here. One intriguing thing I learned is that even though our genre sometimes comes in for a bit of trashing from folks who consider mystery/noir/thrillers etc to be “beach reading,” the truth is that everyone seems to love a good noir tale and I found that literary authors such as Janet Fitch were delighted to have an opportunity to roll up their sleeves a bit and plunge into the swoony decadence of genre.

In what ways do you think Chandler’s Los Angeles is different from Denise Hamilton’s L.A.?

Raymond Chandler might not recognize this L.A., he’d think he was in El Salvador, or Armenia, or Vietnam. Most of the outer stretches of L.A. County were farms and fields and bare hillsides in his day. But he’d recognize the emotions — the desperation, the greed, the hunger for power and fame and the willingness to sell your soul to achieve it. Hollywood still exerts a pull that is as strong as ever, and as the divide between rich and poor grows, the opportunity for crime, mayhem and betrayal only rises.

I find the covers of the noir series very provocative and interesting. How do you go about choosing the images? In what ways do you try to find something that is representative yet not stereotypical?

DENISE: Johnny and I looked at a lot of photos, and it was like Thurgood Marshall, the U.S. Supreme Court Justice talking about pornography, at least for me. I pretty much knew the cover when I saw it. It is hard to summon up one defining image of Los Angeles. Jim Pascoe (a LOS ANGELES NOIR contributor and a very visually brilliant guy) and I had a long e-mail exchange about what the quintessential image of L.A. is.

For him, that image was a sepia-toned, perhaps almost yellow image of one skinny tall palm tree, towering over a small house. Which speaks to the alienation, the loneliness, that is L.A., the sense of fate and nature conspiring against mankind, of our fruitless struggles to evade it.

I liked that and looked at a lot of palm trees, and shots along Hollywood Boulevard, and gangbangers and iconic photos of the skyline, the Hollywood sign, the Santa Monica Pier. But ultimately, when I saw the Griffith Park Observatory shot taken by Helen K. Garber, I had a very visceral reaction and said, that’s it.

It’s nighttime, the Observatory is aglow, it’s monolithic, hulking over the skyline, and yet it’s gorgeous and sleek and Art Deco-y. It speaks both to man’s thirst for beauty and symmetry, our “Ozymandias” complex to create something stupendous and lasting.

But it also speaks to the essential loneliness of the human condition, as the cover shot is devoid of people. For me and perhaps many others, the Observatory, through decades of being used as a film set, has also developed a patina of movie glamor. One thinks of James Dean and Natalie Wood, “Rebel Without a Cause.” Romance, mystery, intrigue, death, youth, beauty. But you also think of high school field trips, the acid trippy “Laserium” shows of high school.

Yes, I totally remember the Laserium, these laser shows that hurt your neck because you had to sit back to watch the visuals projected on the dome of the ceiling! All to the music of Pink Floyd. That was indeed classic.

DENISE: You have to be careful with images of Los Angeles, because some are so overused they can now verge on parody. Venice Beach, the Hollywood sign. They are etched into our consciousness. For me the Bradbury Building downtown will forever be linked to that amazing scene in “Blade Runner,” where Harrison Ford tracks down the escaped androids. So while I adore that place, I didn’t want it for LOS ANGELES NOIR. The Observatory had glamour and mystery and intrigue. And it was both from that classic retro era that we love and yet it still exists today (it just re-opened, in fact, after several years of remodeling) and bodies are still found near it from time to time. So it encapsulated both the past and the present and the ethos I was looking for.

JOHNNY: The cover of every NOIR Series book is based around a photograph. For good reason–as you can see in Denise’s answer–the first place we usually check when looking for the right photo is with the editor, for her or his ideas (or, in some cases, like BROOKLYN NOIR with his own photo).

DENISE: I love that iconic BROOKLYN NOIR photo of the sexy female leg in the stiletto heel with the little tattoo on the grate. Dang, wish I’d thought of that.

Denise, I call you the Queen of Book PR and with feature articles in the Los Angeles Times and Pasadena Weekly, excerpt in the LA Weekly, and reviews in Publishers Weekly, etc., you’ve done an amazing job in promoting LOS ANGELES NOIR. Tell us about some upcoming events.

When you have 17 authors, you can tap into 17 fanbases and do wonderful promotion. We also plan to do a group signing at the Akashic Booth (our publisher is Akashic, see www.akashicbooks.com) during the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books April 28-29. Again, with 17 authors, we can feature different authors at different events and do different things. See my website, www.denisehamilton.com for specific events.

Johnny, tell us again how your started Akashic and what does the company look like today. How many employees? Do you run the company like any other traditional NYC publisher now? In what ways is Akashic different?

JOHNNY: We published our first book in 1997, back when it was more of a hobby and I was earning my living as a musician, and now we bring out close to 30 books per year. We have a full-time staff of four. We try to provide an alternative to the staid world of traditional book publishing. We try to be very author-driven and we’re also involved in community events and civic literary engagement.

DENISE: I want to add that Akashic’s motto is: Reverse Gentrification of the Literary World. I just love that.

Denise, your body of work so far is grounded in Los Angeles. Tell us about your upcoming standalone historical book. What new things did you learn about Los Angeles?

DENISE: I just finished my first standalone, which is set in 1949 Hollywood and is filled with special effects wizards, starlets, cops, news photographers (Harry Jack from my Eve Diamond series, shown here as a very young man trying to get his first photojournalist job), mobsters, rooming house matrons and other characters. To steep myself in the milieu, I read tons of memoirs, oral histories, biographies, autobiographies and histories about what Los Angeles and specifically Hollywood were like then. It was such a quaint small town. Girls used to go down to Capitol Records to watch Frank Sinatra record–he liked an audience and would invite people into the studio and buy everyone food, coffee and ice cream. One woman recalls going down to a coffee shop in Hollywood and helping Montgomery Clift learn his lines for Giant. Teenaged girls would go down to the Hollywood ranch market at 2 AM because that’s when Marlon Brando and other stars went grocery shopping. Can you imagine Tom Cruise doing his own shopping today? Or that kind of access? There is a great nostalgia among older people for the Hollywood that once existed.

I also learned that in the early 1930s a Midwest beauty queen and struggling actress named Lillian Entwhistle committed suicide by jumping off the Hollywood sign. But she aimed wrong, fell into a bed of cactus and lingered for three days, with cactus spines piercing her organs. She was depressed because she couldn’t get a role, and was about to be evicted. The day after her death a letter arrived in her mailbox, saying she’d gotten a role for which she’d auditioned. It was a play about a woman who commits suicide. Is that story stranger than fiction or what?

During my research I also had the privilege to meet Ray Harryhousen, one of the pioneers of stop motion animation. He studied under Willis O’Brien, who invented special effects (he did King Kong). These guys worked on B movies but they were magicians, revered, and it was a secret, no one knew how they made those creatures move. The special effects geek in my novel is inspired by Ray Harryhousen, and through his eyes I tell the history of that exciting time in animation, before CGI and Lucas and Spielberg revolutionized the industry with computers.

I wanted to recreate Los Angeles in 1949, to show the Red Cars, the Chavez Ravine settlements about to get bulldozed to make way for Dodger Stadium, the homophobia, the corruption, but also empty open spaces, the hope, the quality of the light,that was Los Angeles just after the war. McCarthyism was on the horizon, women were getting laid off of the work force, suburbia was spreading, we were about to enter a very conservative era. But in 1949 we were still on the cusp, the aftermath of World War II still very much in people’s minds. And I wanted to show my city at that moment in time. The tone is almost blanc, instead of noir, because while it’s filled with dubious, crooked, scheming, conniving characters, it’s also suffused with light and hope and small generosities and kindnesses. And of course….murder.

Thank you, Denise and Johnny. And we hope to see you all at the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books! There will be an MWA-cosponsored reception at the Mystery Bookstore on Friday, April 27, and many LOS ANGELES NOIR contributors will be in attendance. And for LATFOB newbies, you can check out my past writeups of the festival to get initiated into this mind-blowing experience.

Checking In At The Checkout

I’ve arrived—big time.

Have I made to the New York Times bestseller list?

No.

Have I been short listed for a Pulitzer?

No.

So what’s the big deal? Do tell, Simon.

Okay, I will. I saw Accidents Waiting to Happen at my local supermarket, nestled between the latest expose about Britney’s trip to rehab and 10 ways to lose those fat thighs for summer. Now I know it may not sound like much to see my book at the checkout, but it is to me. One of my earliest posts talked about the importance of distribution. Having been published in the small press, I know the publisher’s uphill struggle just to get the book on the shelf. Success is almost entirely based on people knowing who you are and ordering the book. Essentially, the process of finding readers is tough. Simple math (and economics) will tell you that the more shelves a book sits on, the greater the chance someone will see it and buy it. That happens when the publisher has the clout to get the book on a lot of shelves.

A few years ago, my local MWA chapter hosted a presentation given by a publicist for Random House. The publicist was very good. She took us behind the velvet curtain to see the mighty Wizard of Oz and told us how the bookstore-publisher relationship worked, how books got into the store and where they got placed. I banked everything she told us. I experienced the realities when every one of my small press books came out but didn’t make it to the shelves. A key reason I targeted Dorchester as a publisher I wanted to do business with was because I kept seeing their titles displayed predominately wherever I went, including airports. That kind of visibility is worth killing for.

So while having a title at the supermarket might not sound like much, consider this. The average big box bookstore will carry thousands of titles—a bibliophile’s candy land. But a supermarket doesn’t carry thousands of titles. A few dozen at most. So for my small offering to the publishing world to make it to a supermarket is a nice coup for me—and tells you the kind of reach Dorchester possesses.

Bing! Happy author on aisle five. Bring a mop.

This occurrence isn’t unique to my local supermarket but several supermarket chains across the country. I could become the shopper’s favorite. The next time you’ll see my face, it might on advertising placard in a shopping cart—or on the back of a milk carton, if things don’t go too well.

While I was satisfied with my checkout success, Julie wasn’t. In one supermarket, she spotted my book in their book section and made me an instant bestseller by moving Accidents to the #10 spot. My sense of fair play kicked in and I did the British thing of telling her to put those books back, but those words didn’t make it past my lips. Instead I said, “I feel I’m more like a #7 bestseller type. Not #10.”

In publishing, visibility matters—and I like to think I’m being seen. Now who needs help loading their purchases into their car?

Yours here to serve,
Simon Wood
PS: This brings me neatly to a little game I’ve been playing with my newsletter chums. Seeing as there is a little piece of me everywhere. I’d like to visit every store to see it sitting on the shelf, but I can’t—and this is where you come in. I want you to check your local bookstores, libraries and supermarkets and hunt down the book. Then take a picture of you and the book on the shelf and send me the picture with the store’s location. I’ll take all your pictures and make a photo album. But if you cause a kafuffle in the store and people ask who sent you, I’ve never heard of you and I will deny all knowledge of this conversation. Good hunting.